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A dry cough scratched her throat, and a runny nose poured from her nostrils. Sakura was sitting with a handkerchief in one hand and tea, made earlier by Sasuke, in the other.
She had caught a cold as they traversed the Land of Snow. She and Sasuke encountered the worst possible weather.
Sakura sneezed for the third time in five minutes. She hated being sick.
A warm blanket covered her entire figure, as shivers ran through her body from time to time, though Sakura felt the heat, but knew it was only an illusory feeling.
She took a sip of tea when Sasuke finally returned from the city. He was the one who experienced Sakura's illness more than she did. And as much as she loved receiving attention from him, because this side of Sasuke - caring and gentle - was pretty much only meant for her, Sakura was slowly starting to get fed up.
She would have recovered faster in peace and quiet, not with constant questions about how she was feeling; however, she couldn't say that Sasuke wasn't sweet. His small gestures were everything.
"How do you feel?"
"Better."
Sakura set her cup aside. Sasuke crouched in front of her, watching her face carefully to make sure she was telling the truth. As a doctor, Sakura cared about the health of others, but she often neglected her own.
"I brought medicine."
Five different packages of medicine fell out of the shopping bag. Sasuke pressed the top of his hand to Sakura's forehead, checking her temperature as she looked at his purchases in shock.
"I only asked for one."
"The lady in the store said these would work best and you would recover quickly,"
"Sasuke-kun, this - Ah, thank you," she said, concluding that there was no point in discussing it further.
Sakura leaned forward, taking one of the packages and removing two lozenges. Sasuke kept his eyes on her the whole time.
"I'm worried about you." he said unexpectedly. Sakura didn't respond, knowing that Sasuke wanted to say something else "I've never seen you sick, Sakura." he lowered his gaze, furrowing his brow. He opened up to her slowly, and Sakura gave him as much time as he needed. Patience was the most important thing in a relationship with Sasuke "I'm afraid something worse could happen to you and I... it's stupid."
"It's not stupid at all, Sasuke-kun. It's good to talk about your feelings."
He swallowed saliva loudly, taking a deep breath. Sakura placed her hand gently on his.
"You are too precious to me, Sakura, for me to lose you."
She had expected words that would surprise her; over the two months of travel, Sasuke had often said things she hadn't even dreamed of, but she hadn't expected this.
'Was that a confession?" she wanted to ask. Sakura, however, left that question deep in her heart, enjoying the moment and the vulnerable Sasuke.
Putting his hand to her face, she looked deeply into his eyes.
"I will stay with you forever, Sasuke-kun, you can stop being afraid."
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SasuSaku Blank Period Week 2023 has begun!🌟
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Rain “Let’s stay here for now”
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✨The first day: Rain "Let's stay here for now" 🌧✨
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Day1: Rain/ “Let’s stay here from now”.
While traveling, Sasuke and Sakura were caught in heavy rain. Sakura didn't have the best raincoat, so she got completely wet. The couple found shelter in a cave. Sasuke lit a fire, they hung up their things, and Sasuke gave Sakura his jacket to keep her warm. It seems to be raining for a long time and they will have to stay in the cave all night :)
PS: This is the first time I smeared cold and warm colors. It turned out not quite what I wanted, but overall, probably not bad 🙄
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day 1 - rain 🌸🍅
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Rain
My SasuSaku Blank Period Week contribution for the prompt : Rain.
I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I hope you like it.
Summary : Sasuke and Sakura were still several kilometers from the next village and it would get dark soon. Sakura looked up at the sky. The clouds were getting more and more threatening.
‘It's going to rain,’ she said.
‘I saw an abandoned cabin not far from here,’ Sasuke told her. ‘We should go.’
Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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It had been two weeks since Sakura and Sasuke had left Konoha. Sasuke had spent the past two years alone on the roads and although he and Sakura were in a relationship since his return to Konoha, they had never been alone together for so long. Even if at the beginning the constant presence of the other seemed strange to them, little by little they got used to it. Sakura discovered a part of Sasuke that he refused to show to other. He was much less distant and more caring. He had gestures of tenderness that he gave just to her. She felt special to be the only one who knew this part of him.
They were still several kilometers from the next village and it would get dark soon. Sakura looked up at the sky. The clouds were getting more and more threatening.
‘It's going to rain,’ she said.
They had been lucky with the weather and they had been able to sleep out in the open.
‘I saw an abandoned cabin not far from here,’ Sasuke told her. ‘We should go.’
He took her to the cabin. It was big enough for the both of them. It was ruined, but they would be sheltered. A drop fell on Sakura's nose, then a second. They hurried inside. There were some furniture. A table, two chairs, a sofa. There was also a fireplace. It got cooled and Sasuke made a fire. Sakura looked at the window. It was so dirty that she could not see through it, but she could hear the torrential rain falling. She walked over to the fireplace to warm herself up and sat down next to Sasuke. She shivered, but she could not tell if it was from the cold or from the effect Sasuke still had on her. Sasuke's hand slipped into hers.
‘You are frozen.’
He took his cloak off and put it around Sakura's shoulders. She blushed.
‘And you ?’
‘I’m fine, I'm not cold.’
Sakura rested her head on his shoulder. At first, Sasuke was a little hesitant but he wrapped his arms around her waist and he hugged her. Sakura smiled. At this instant, she could not be happier. The warmth of the fireplace and the presence of Sasuke made her fall in the arms of Morpheus. Sasuke pressed a kiss to her forehead and she fell asleep.
The end
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Day 1 Prompt: Rain
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“Cold,” he croaks, like unhinging an old metal joint. Instead of the weight of unused years, it’s the weight of unshed tears. The strain in his voice zigzags, lost, falls into its baritone groove. “You always are, when it rains.”
Upon awakening in the bleak dawn, the day’s significance settles on them — at once a burdening melancholy and poignant relic.
At first blush it could be any morning, but as shinobi experienced with the passage of years and the disorientation of traveling dimensions, both are loath to disregard the importance of date and time.
He’s standing at the window. You would assume he’s still lost in a daze of sleep.
Sakura gently presses her cold (they’re always cold, on days like this, days in which it pours and rain floods the countryside and small villages and cleans the dust from these everyday, hard lives) fingertips to his back, alerting him to her presence. Still they are in the phase of learning the lore of one another despite all the things already known, and it is the truest labor of love.
“We should stay one more day,” she says quietly. He hasn’t acknowledged, but hasn’t resisted.
Some days, that’s good enough.
But she overdoes it; that’s who she is. Love may be gentle but her manner of it isn’t always: Indeed, she is fierce with people that rub her the wrong way, especially those invoking his name out of turn; she eats too fast, as indulgence; she hugs children too tightly when she knows she’ll never see them again, knowing that they are ships flickering through towns, some benevolent symbol of an oppressor they’re too young to put a face to.
Today is the anniversary of death. Over time they’ve both come to know this as an old friend, but this is Sasuke’s most notable scar.
Sakura cannot reach him on days like this, and that’s okay.
“The rain, after all. Traveling in this would be a pain — we’ve tried that before.”
She slides her arm around his waist, pressing her cheek to his warm back.
Don’t cry. It’s not your day. Don’t be so emotional.
Tears escape, they always do. To his credit, he never resents it.
Even with him now, his equal, there are bouts of disbelief and self-loathing in which all she manages to do is convince herself nothing about her is helpful, that she’s still yearning for him to turn around.
Now the other arm, hanging on to him as if he’s unwieldy, as if he’ll sink into the chilled wood floor and out of her sight for good.
Sasuke’s hand and grip are warm, flash and fire. She knows this is in more ways than one — unspeakable ones, really.
Some grunt of assent, no fully-formed word at all, but she hears him swallow hard, once. It’s easy to, in a small corner of the world which hasn’t yet begun its day.
Hot fingers, frigid arms.
“Cold,” he croaks, like unhinging an old metal joint. Instead of the weight of unused years, it’s the weight of unshed tears. The strain in his voice zigzags, lost, falls into its baritone groove. “You always are, when it rains.”
Sakura resists the urge to click her tongue at his misdirection, the veneer to gloss over his emotional state.
“I’m all right, Sasuke-kun.”
“Hm.”
“I am! It just settles into my hands, that’s all. It’s close to an equinox, you know. The seasons are turning.”
(He’d never admit he likes that about her — nervy, a little more quick to correct, less scared, and that it’s brought him some delight, some sparkle to her that continues to surprise him.)
She feels him scoff under his breath, probably at her ability to pinpoint their location in time, in space, in the universe no matter where they are. When you save lives on seconds of analysis, on minuscule doses, these things become instinctive.
So of course, she knows what today is.
Pressing her nose into his shoulderblade, she says, muffled, “Should I call for tea, then?”
It’s a long beat before he nods, knowing that she’ll have to let him go to complete this task, leaving him alone at the drafty window — the chill having a chance to seep into the cracks in his soul.
They’re always less protected on these days.
.
.
The sleeves of his shirt always drown her wrists and hands, and though she has to flick and adjust them as she moves about the inn room, it’s one of her favorite ways to trap heat against her body. It’s not as cold as the caves they’ve sometimes inhabited, but close. Though the teapot scalds, it’s welcoming.
“It’s steady,” she muses, eyes on the persistent rain. “The whole village will be quiet today, in weather like this.”
Sasuke nods in response with unfocused eyes, collecting himself to meet hers. Green, watching him in a searching way. The way he does to her on all other days, seeking signs of regret or distress or any emotion within his ability to repair or ease. At once, old lovers and new.
A memory sears, a sharp grazing against the mind: A low table, scattered small dishes like this with food remnants vivid, colorful; a sullen father, the corners of his mouth sagging; his mother beaming, hiding laughter behind her hand.
A brother, by then already burdened and saturated with the weight of his destiny, still finding the almost offensive wherewithal to poke him in the face.
“You haven’t touched anything,” she chides gently.
Tuning in again to them, this, arriving momentarily from his sojourn of the past, his eyes flicker to her own messy plate. Lately she’s only pushed food around in the mimicry of an indulged meal. Worries about her being sick. She just blusters, waving away concerns. (I’m a medic, for god’s sake, I’d know!)
“And you,” he responds, indicating her own dregs with his rude, handsome chin.
She shrugs, burying deeper into his shirt. “Perhaps it’s just the day.”
“You’re coddling, aren’t you? I don’t need that.”
It comes sharper than expected, and he regrets it the second it leaves his lips. He imagines what Itachi would say, knowing he possesses a great love which he’s taken for granted time over, time again. He’d reprimand him, as he should.
Often he settles for his ex-sensei’s silent admonitions instead.
Finishing a sip of tea, she sets the mug down and sighs. Getting to her feet, she collects a few scrolls she’s been poring over the last few nights and looks at him, a bit less readable this time.
“You’re allowed to feel this, you know, Sasuke-kun. You’re allowed to love, and you’re allowed to hurt.”
She half-turns, but stops and adds,
“And you can even feel it all at the same time.”
Sakura retreats to the corner where one of the few furnishings sits. A chair, large enough for her to fold herself into and unravel her resources. A plant discovered in this new region they had crossed into last week, similar and yet different enough to pique her interest and spur her to research. She’s been lost in common roots, and he’s been mired in the loss of his old ones.
The ability of the mind to experience multiple things at once is truly remarkable. To an observer he watches her study with intent as she furrows her brow, yawns often throughout. Sasuke can see her as well as his past all at once.
Anniversaries of his dead loved ones shouldn’t mean so much. After all, he’s been alive without them longer than with.
Sasuke wishes he could explain that her presence is enough. That her loving him has been enough.
“We could still go through the traditions, if you’d like. Collect what we need. I know,” and her breath hitches, and she glances away under his dark eyes, probably feeling she’s pressing, said too much, “there’s no grave to do it with, but—”
“It’s fine.” He tries, he does, to say it with less bite. Gods, he’s transparent, his pain and denial. He’s not ready yet. Will he ever be?
“This is your day to grieve,” she says softly. “You should do that however you choose. No one can tell you how to feel — not even me.
Even me. He knows she knows his weakness. Watches her yawn again and awkwardly adjust her body, as if her own skin is uncomfortable, blink and he’d miss.
“There’s nothing I want to do,” he confesses, sounding hoarse against his will. “Nothing at all.”
A pause, a long one, in which the rain sings against the roof.
“Then you don’t have to,” she says. “You just grieve.”
And so he does.
Pretends to read.
Stares out the window.
Lingers in the discomfort of his own skin.
Paces.
Touches no food, lapses into a mausoleum silence so complete the lines of them blur against their own dimension.
He can feel his brother’s touch, and she can feel his agony.
She rises periodically, offering him tea, sliding her arms around him from behind again. He alternates between silence and quiet shakes that he’d never admit were sobs.
By dusk he’s in her lap, hair mussed and wild, feeling spent from everything and nothing at all, from wandering in the better memories of a brother he can’t bring back.
It slips from his lips in a moment of weakness, it hurts.
“I know,” she whispers, pulling her fingers gently through his untamed locks. “It always might. But don’t forget, every day has the same number of hours.”
It’s not until they lie down again, the day a simultaneous blur of grief and guilt, that she says in a soothing whisper, “And look, darling — you’ve made it through another. You always do.”
And while he can’t articulate that each year it’s a little more muted, the pain easing off him as they pass, if only marginally, he manages to thank her only in twilight when he’s spared from knowing if she can hear him at all.
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.
On the second day of rain he awakens before her, an arm curled around her stomach in a way that aligns with some adagio ballad pouring from where, he doesn’t know, the universe, some sign, and as intelligent as he is the facts are slipping from him whether due to the haze of sleep or the turmoil of his ghosts, the way the dead and the living and the coming to life knot themselves with one another, soaking him with an instinct and some sense of surety so intoxicating that he buries his face in her long, wild hair where nothing can see his face, but she will know his heart.
If everything’s a cycle, then the old and new must cross paths in their rotations.
The darkness bleeds away and he realizes she’s waited to spill the joyous news, not wanting to acknowledge that alignment of the stars to spare his feelings, and for that he is endlessly grateful and guilty.
But he likes to think his brother, despite his faults, would have liked to know he continued forward, that he accepted the love he didn’t feel he deserved and tried, desperately, to welcome life anew.
Sasuke presses his lips to the back of her neck, and his warm hand against her stomach.
“It’s still raining,” she murmurs, still in the place between wakefulness and dreams.
He thinks he feels the flutter of his future against his palm. He only whispers,
“Let’s stay here for now.”
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DAY 1- RAIN / "Let's stay here for now"
Sakura didn't want to leave the house. Fully dressed in her mission attire, she made her way to the living room. She held the weapon pouch and gloves in her hand, her grip loose and unenthusiastic. She winced and cursed in discomfort as her lower abdomen ached mercilessly. She rubbed her back with her other free hand, trying to soothe her cramps.
She moved past a big shelf that carried thick medical journals and books. She stood by the window beside it and pouted. The raindrops hit the window pane, making sputtering noises and rolling down the glass, disappearing from her sight.
Now she definitely didn’t want to get out. The idea of getting wet while she was bleeding displeased her to the core.
She blamed Naruto — he was the one who suggested that Team Seven should have friendly spar. Before she could swear revenge, she paused for a moment to realize Naruto was not the one to be blamed.
The weather was supposed to be warm, nice, and dry, and there was no way Naruto could predict an untimely drizzle. The real culprit was her uterus, but she was a kunoichi — and like every other kunoichi — she too had taken missions while combating killer period pains. And how on earth could she expect Naruto to know about that? Besides, Sasuke was back after so long — Naruto’s real goal in asking to train had been spending some time together.
She turned, her back facing the window now, and looked towards Sasuke. She took in the image of Sasuke lost in reading one of her medical texts, making himself quite comfortable on the kotatsu. His handsome features had always allured her, but the way Sasuke’s brow furrowed while he read mesmerized her.
“I suppose you are ready to go to the training ground,” Sasuke said, his eyes still on the book.
Sakura was taken by surprise. Sasuke had caught her red-handed gawking at him. She blushed as she stammered, “Y-yes, almost.”
Sasuke shot a questioning look to Sakura at Almost. To him, Sakura looked a bit pale, but she looked ready to get out.
Sakura scrunched her face, looking out of the window before she dragged herself to where Sasuke was. Throwing her gloves and weapon pouch on the floor unceremoniously, she slumped down before the kotatsu. With a swift motion, she tucked the lower half of her body inside the blanket.
This feels good, Sakura thought as the heat from the electric heater helped to relax her muscles. She sighed softly as her cramps eased a bit. She shifted to get a more comfortable position as she rested her head on the tabletop.
Her face flushed at the realization that Sasuke was sitting next to her under the same blanket. If she knew the weather and her body had been conspiring to bring them closer, she wouldn’t have been complaining before. After Sasuke returned back to Konoha, they had been spending time together. A small selfish part of her didn’t want to go out because of this. The silence shared by them spoke volumes about their mending relationship. Sasuke was finally home with her.
Sasuke was perplexed. He always had a hard time decoding people’s behaviour, and right now Sakura’s mixed signals were making it more difficult. Assuming Sakura wasn’t comfortable around him, he was about to leave the blanket when Sakura spoke, "Let's stay here for now," and after a small pause, he heard her whispering, “A little longer.”
Although his stoic expression didn’t show it, he felt a little happy. He noticed the smile lighting Sakura’s face, just because of him. Maybe he wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer with her.
“I won’t mind if that loser gets more drenched,” Sasuke snickered at the thought of Naruto standing alone in the rain, cursing him.
Sakura smirked, knowing this comfort would be short-lived. Soon her blonde-friend would barge into her house, but she was already thinking of how she could fix it. She would treat Naruto at Ichiraku for all the trouble she had created. It wouldn’t hurt to sip some hot Ramen soup on a rainy day while three of them as a team created some new memories.
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RAIN | A SasuSaku Ficlet
For SasuSaku Blank Period Week 2021
Day 1: Rain
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Sasuke has always been observant, this trait only escalated when Sakura started to join him on his journey. Discreetly, his eyes would often trail on her, noticing every sigh, every wipe of the sweat on her forehead, every swat on her legs due to mosquito bites, and every click of her tongue when her canister runs out of water.
Somehow, it had been a routine for him to check for any signs of her dissatisfaction and dismay during their travels. He just silently waited for her to speak up, yet as the months passed, he never heard any complaints from his wife.
They were a tad close to Ame when the rain began to pour. Sasuke's movements became rigid, before he quickened his pace with Sakura following suit.
It was the first time they encountered a storm while they were on the road. And as usual, Sasuke shot a glance at his wife, expecting to see frustration and disappointment painted on her face. He swallowed hard when he saw her frowning.
Then, as if on cue, his sharingan activated so he could immediately search for a temporary shelter. He didn't want to see that frown on her face again.
"Sakura," he said after clearing his throat. "There's a cave right there. Let's make it quick."
With a nod, Sakura followed until they entered a cave on the outskirts of the village.
Sasuke sighed as he took off his cloak, dropping the black cloth to his side.
Sakura noticed his expression while plopping herself down on the ground. "Are you okay?" She dried her hair with a towel, looking at him with concern.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh? For what?"
"We encountered a storm."
Sakura raised a quizzical brow.
"It's going to be uncomfortable staying here while it's raining, but I hope you won't mind."
Sakura sighed, realizing where her husband was coming from this time. It wasn't hidden to her that Sasuke has been worrying about her while they were travelling, and so, she smiled. "It's not your fault that it's raining, Anata. Besides, we've slept in caves a lot of times. It doesn't matter to me if it would be uncomfortable tonight."
"That's the point. You wouldn't have to endure all that if only you weren't with me."
"Endure?" Sakura blinked once, twice. "Is that what you've been thinking this whole time? I'm not simply enduring while I'm with you, Anata. I already told you before, it doesn't matter to me wherever we are, or whatever situation we get into. As long as I'm with you, I have no problem with that."
Sasuke glanced at her, her smile visible due to the moonlight. She patted the ground to her right for him to sit beside her.
As he did, Sakura observed his creased forehead. Then gently, she gave him a forehead poke which earned a wide-eyed gaze from him. "If you're still thinking that I regret travelling with you, I'll tell you again, you're wrong."
Sasuke sighed, looking at the ground. "You deserve a better life than this, Sakura. We should go back to Konoha."
"If that's not what you want, then I don't want it, Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke's eyes drifted to her again, and for the nth time since the past year, he wondered how in the world did he ever deserved her. "Are you sure?"
Smiling, Sakura poked his forehead again. "I'm sure. In the same way that I'm sure with you."
Sasuke shut his eyes, letting the feel of her fingers linger on his forehead as his lips curved upwards. "Sakura, thank you."
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